I have never been so scared in my entire life. I have become very accustomed to having spare change in my pocket, broad band internet access, cell phones, and new cars. I would say that I have done very well for a new college graduate. I made a fatal mistake, taking this job, and depending on my new income too much. It wasn't really by choice. My old beater, affectionately referred to as the beast, a '75 Pontiac LeManns died last fall while I was still an intern here. I only had a week to find something else reliable. I chose to go with a new car. I love it. I don't have to worry about it over-heating and spewing anti-freeze everywhere -- in the middle of the winter no less. I don't face the down-nosed-glances I got while driving my old car. My Camry gets respect, and I like that, almost more than anything. When my land lord told me that my building had been condemned, giving us 30 days to find a new place, I took it fairly well considering it was right in the middle of finals week of my last semester in college. However, it also doubled the amount I was paying for rent; I got a little more space, but still these things start to add up. When Southwestern Bell couldn't seem to transfer my telephone correctly, I went without. Until, a guy at work complained he couldn't reach me, despite carrying their fucking pager with me 24/7. So I got a cell phone. It is nice too, and I like being available to my friends and family anywhere any time. This, like everything in life, comes with a price tag. They call this symptom The Golden Handcuffs. Once you put them on, there is no escape.

Now I am faced with the fact that I may loose all of these privileges, and I am truly scared. Scared my girl friend will dump me. Scared I will have to sell my car and cell, cut off my internet connection, and go back to doing data entry work. It is not like I can find another job like the one I have now, not with the current economy. It is always 20/20 hindsite. I wanted to go to Graduate school, but I didn't have the money, or the applications in on time, and so I took a job in a field that is only marginally related to my own: Information Technology Consulting. I am in the Networking group, and this is a farce. I am a programmer by trade. I am also very handy with Computer Science theory, when it comes to networking I am a clutz. I have known this fact for some time, because my father is a networker. You would think that if I didn't pick it up from him, it wasn't going to happen. Fortunately, until now I have been the security guy's backup. There was a shift in organization, the primary security guy is now my boss, and I have become the "primary security guru". I do okay with most of the task that are given me. Aside from one major Fubar last week, my record has been spotless on the security side of things. I get the assigned task done, and I get them done in a timely fashion. Albeit, not always as elegantly as a true professional -- I am a yearling after all. Now the situation seems to be changing. Something in the mix, someone up stairs, seems to think that I'm not earning my keep; despite having more project hours than anyone else (which means more money for the company) -- granted those are all programming projects that no one else has the time/skills to complete, and they don't really fall under the guise of the group I'm in. Now they are pushing me into a role I am unsuited for, and altogether untrained for. I mean really, these fuckers are the kind that only help their cock sucking buddies, they have scarcely taken the time to teach me the skills I need to do the real networking side of my job. They are pushing me into the consulting side of the business. Saying that I am now responsible for spec'ing out equipment, and visiting customers on sales calls. What the fuck? When I started here, I was in a network monitoring/security role; my title is "Network Security Analyst", how does that translate into "Network Engineer". They have a damn good engineer that is the so-called junior engineer, whom they pay peanuts. Meanwhile, the Senior Engineer sits on his ass making 3 times as much money. It isn't right. Now they are pushing me into this engineering crap too? Why isn't the Senior Engineer the one doing the specs for this stuff? They hardly let me get on a router or a switch (not that I really wanted to mind you) while I was an intern, now they want me to spec this stuff out for our customers. I can't handle being: the resident programmer, the network monitoring guy, the off-site consultant, and the firewall administrator. Jack of All Trades, Master of None: it just isn't going to work.

 

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Austin Gilbert/Male/26-30. Lives in United States/Oklahoma/Tulsa/Midtown, speaks English. Spends 40% of daytime online. Uses a Fast (128k-512k) connection. And likes computer science/photography.
This is my blogchalk: United States, Oklahoma, Tulsa, Midtown, English, Austin Gilbert, Male, 26-30, computer science, photography.

2002/10/29